Commander Leon Carter: I really do not care how much you don't like it, Doctor. The 12th is far too valuable a resource to allow to rot away in one of your asylums.

Dr. Ingrid Jennings: Comander, you don't understand. This isn't about what I like, it's about what sins I can commit and still get my sleep at night. This isn't one of them.

Carter: I know their reputation, and I am at peace with it. My mind is made up, doctor.

Jennings: Listen to me you stubborn moose, you do NOT want to be on the history books as the man who let these people run loose.

Carter: What makes you think you have the right-

Jennings: What makes you think YOU have the right? I don't care how desperate we are, you CAN NOT give them the keys to the Brok-

Carter: That information is classified!

Jennings: You didn't think I'd look into what insanity you've brought on us? I wrote the fucking profile on your abomination. I'm not some little secretary you can order around. I am vital to your operation, and you will listen to me.

Jennings: These people are at their best unfit to exist in a civilized society. When an animal becomes this rabid, we put them down. And they are animals. Humans can be rehabilitated. Hell even the covenant we were able to reason with. I have never seen this many sociopaths grouped together. Its like Drake himself grew them in a lab. If we win the war, and we both know that's a big if, they will undo all of the progress we've made. It's the only thing they're capable of. Have you ever spoken with any of these people? I have, and I'm still nauseous.

Carter: You've spoken with them?

Jennings: A few of them. My department ran their psych evaluations after we pulled them out of that insurrectionist outpost. I saw Firebrand's name run across my chart and I knew I had to talk to one of them

Carter: And?

Jennings: And I regret it. Peter Firebrand is a schizophrenic. Alexander Finch is an alcoholic. They're all anti-social, and they all know it. They aren't tactical genuineness. They are dangerously unstable and extremely lucky. It's not a combination I'm willing to bet humanity's future on.

Carter: We have contingencies in place if things go wrong. The operation is going forward as planed. I understand your fears, Doctor, but rest assured, I've already considered them.

Jennings: After all this, you expect me to just take a leap of faith? What drugs are you on, Commander?

Carter: I'm sending you the files now.

Jennings: That isn't comforting.

Carter: If it makes you feel better, I'm putting you in charge of the project. You understand what's at stake here.

Jennings: Am I supposed to thank you?

Carter: You're supposed to do what's right. But first, there is work to do.

The world as we know it is at the calendar date August, 1968 in the town of Seattle WA.

There are lots of people in Seattle with lots of stories to be told, and one day, perhaps all of them will have their day in the spotlight. This thread, however, only serves to document those that currently have a game to tell them.

The first of these is our flagship game, Any Port in the Storm. This game takes place exclusively on the property of Jackson's Pub, located off of Highway 99 by the shore of Puget Sound. The bar is home to all sorts of the city's nefarious riffraff, and is the unofficial neutral ground between all of the operators in Seattle. Jackson's property includes the bar itself, which is rather large on its own. The property also includes an old lighthouse and working dock and pier.

I encourage the players to create their own organizations and peoples to fill Jackon's and the rest of Seattle and to run their own games in cooperation with mine. Jackon's works on the idea of every guy know's a guy. I intend to create the bridge between a whole host of other games and stories occurring in a larger world.

FormatName: What your parent's gave you.Nickname: What folks call you.Age: A number 1 to dead.Gender: Did god give you parts that dangle or ones that bleed once a month?Profession: What form of taking money from others puts food on your table.Personality: I'm a GM, not s shrink. Just tell me what you're like.Appearance: Just post a picture, then, you lazy fuck.

Ok so five years ago in Alpha Outpost 080828 you made a post #638 page 22 you made a post, "I royaly pissed off a muslim dude just now. Pure epicness." I was curious if you remembered the story and how you did it?

Greetings, Comrade. I do not know if you've already been contacted about this, but we are commencing a game within the Mafia group on this Friday, for which we need additional players. If you are interested in playing, you can find the game description and signups here.

And yet I'm going to get a coffee pot for my apartment, just for Sam since she loves coffee. She loves it so much I bought her a sterling silver necklace shaped like a caffeine molecule for her birthday.

I'm kinda busy trying to get my GED, and my driver's license, and a bank account, and a haircut, and an apartment, and enrolled in college, and move three states away. Once I get all that shit sorted out and settle down, I've promised to get back into Sigma...or whatever the new thread will be. Maybe then I'll join Multiverse.

Oh, I see. I misinterpreted your comment. I might wait to see how this new Multiverse goes. I'd like to get back into the forums, but I'll only be staying active in one RP for now. It's easier that way.

No one was reading the posts, no one - with the exception of CalPal - made any attempt to infuse within the arc in any serious way. And, everyone was bitching about them. Sorry, Zero could easily have been retcon-ed back to life. Considering how you allowed discopete to blow up Alpha-Omega in the Tribute RP puts a further nail in your coffin. Anything can be made canon in the next installment.

We've always had a group set aside for the admin's to discuss the game's future. Just because it wasn't ever used does not make it a new concept.

Please, pull the other one, it has bells on it.

You ran the discussion on Skype for one reason, to keep those who might be opposed out of the discussion as you didn't want to hear something counter to your justifications.

Do I need to remind you that you don't even have the authority to issue the retcon that you attempted? You tried to erase months of canon events, kill a player character, and cause general unrest in the thread.

The person who created the arc has control of the arc, that has been the way since the beginning. As Admins, you can rescind the retcon as that is in your authority but the creator of the arc has control of the arc.

Zero is an NPC, not a player character. Indy's brain continues to exist, until it dies, that is his player character.

There was no 'general' unrest until Megafire started it. Which is interesting considering that he know about bailing out yet launched personal attacks on me knowing that the Chakra Arc was no longer relevant to the future of the RP.

You are not an admin and you did not consult with anyone in the position before issuing the retcon. Be glad that all I did was overrule it.

Let me get this straight. You object to the Retcon but would have no problem banning me from the RP, which you are considering shuttering...More amazement.

By the way, what do you want to do with the new guy. Do I send him up with all your stuff on one of the left over shuttles or what?

And one final point. Have you considered that each change in the RP, each transition, has resulted in less players? Compare Tribute's number of players to now. When you fly off, it will be Skysong and Megafire running the show and the other characters will be just twiddling their thumbs until Sky and Mega decide to send down shuttles.

Good Luck because if I wanted an RP in space, I would have tried to create a Free Trader RP. My opinion is that the concept is limited but, maybe you will prove me wrong.

Setting aside the secret negotiations and conferences; the rank duplicity of jumping down my throat regarding the Retcon while you to decide to just pick up and bail is beyond belief.

Since you have already decided to bail, why bother worrying about the Chakra Arc at all? The Chakra Arc had absolutely no relevance if you run away from the planet, whether it was retcon-ed out or not.

How much of the Tribute RP has relevance today?How much of the original AOB has relevance today?

I can not recall how many times I was accused of favoritism and being a dictator. While you are no dictator, I will state for the record that you are showing favoritism in allowing Megafire to keep his personal god.

As far as it breaking the game...Why do you think I put Sarah on the backs of those motorcycles tearing up the base rather than start a war of the gods on the damaged roof of Hanger Three. Sarah is a game breaker. Any mission with Megafire and he simply calls on his god and 'poof' end of problems.

However, it seems that Mega and Sky are planning on leaving on their own arc to create their own RP; so if SOB survives, which is doubtful considering what happened with AOB, then perhaps it does not matter.

However, it isn't the future posts that Mega can make, it is the future posts that others will not make since there is a god puppet that can get in the way.

My understanding is that you stripped out perma-nanites from Spartan because it was a power that offended you.

Yet, Megafire not only has crystal powers but also a god as a robotic daughter; which is perfectly fine with you.

Consider this, if anyone in the RP requested to manufacture a robotic side kick then invest that sidekick with god like powers, you would be all over them like white on rice. You had no problem going after me when you thought I was back dooring powers.

Yet, Mega has a god under his control to do his bidding; which basically means that he has god powers in the RP.

Your rules and your decisions but don't give me this crap that you are being fair with the application of those rules.

The â€œdead wingâ€ was intended not only to isolate, but also to induce a breakdown through sensory deprivation torture. It consisted of a specially soundproofed cell painted bright white with a single grated window covered with fine mesh, so that even the sky could not be viewed properly. The cell was lit twenty-four hours a day with a single bald neon light. It was forbidden for the prisoner to hang photographs, posters, or anything else on the walls. All other cells in the wing were kept vacant, and when other prisoners were moved through the prisonâ€”for instance, to the exercise yardâ€”they were obliged to take a circuitous route so that even their voices could not be heard. The only minimal contact with another human being was when food was delivered; other than that, the prisoner spent twenty-four hours a day in a world with no variation.

The use of sensory deprivation had been studied by doctors in Canada and the United States since the late 1950s, the line of research being taken up in the FRG by Dr. Jan Gross of Hamburgâ€™s Eppendorf University Hospital. Studies carried out by Gross found that sensory deprivation consistently caused feelings of unease ranging from fear to panic attacks, which could progress to an inability to concentrate, problems of perception (including hallucinations), vegetative disorders including feelings of intense hunger, chest pains, disequilibrium, trouble sleeping, trembling, and even convulsions.[6]

I'm sorry, tying a prisoner to a chair, turning out the light and leaving him alone to starve to death is not sensory deprivation torture.

When I realized that nothing would probably ever change I just resolved to be one of the oppressors rather than one of the oppressed. Although I use the word "oppressed" loosely since I live in America.